So tell me, how do you feel about the Ripper'? Get him!
me to get him? Well I got him My mouth is an Uzi and I him the hundreds of rhymes and rhythm designed To make him rewind this time I the line
He's mine, just nobody touch him 'cos I'mma get ill The boy's phony as a bill And this I shoot to kill
Just like a you took the bait Now you're a dead fish on my dish, too late So party people kick your feet up, I'm about to up You're for a battle now it's time to eat up
Boy, I'm gonna chew you, I knew You was that junk punk, now I'mma do you The way you be done, call you my son you say, "Daddy, I don't want none"
I've had enough of you tough You huff, puff, grab your stuff you cream bluff Talk a battle but you don't wanna do it You got into it, you blew it
You egomaniac, I'm a You came back with a stone cold plain Your are weak-wack, how can you speak that? You need to sneak back to the drawing board
The Ripper, down my zipper You get to be a Moe Dee tipster Tryna knock the way I rock, get off my I'mma you out the box, let's go, let's go!
Put up or up, get up, yeah what up? Huh, get on the and get cut up Talk about how your records went platinum With those lyrics? Huh, I at them
So you got paid, the money you've made Bet it on yourself, are you talks, B.S. walks When I stalk like a hawk a is chalked
So put your money where your mouth is, you don't know about Battlin's for real men and I if You can hang or give a run for the money You're just a and it's funny
How you never had a drop of juice in New York And now you go on tour and try to that talk You try to act like you're a big man but a big fag Stridin' and while ridin' my big man
You ain't got a in the world Your were smokin' but you sound like a girl How you me now? I'm gettin' busier I'm double platinum, up
Is he a man or a girl? What in the You like Cheryl the Pearl And you battle me on the microphone? Leave crack alone, let's go
Let's go!, I said, go! Come on, boy, go! than me?
Picture that with a I take no shorts and you know that I hard, run the rap yard, put up your guard I get even, I get odd, Todd
one up on ya and I tried to warn ya You slept, you a back step Ruined rep and wept, you should've kept Your mouth shut, you what? You say you're sorry, I'm sorry So what? You call me a punk, you wanna see who's Put the microphone down, square-off
You need a hand, you got hands for be me, now L L stands for Level, Lack Luster, Last Least, Limp Lover Lousy Lame, Latent Lethargic, Lazy Lemon, Little Lucky Leech, Liver Lipped, Laborious on a Loser's Lips Live in Limbo, Lyrical Lapse, Low Life with the raps, boy
You can't win, huh, I don't Look you got yourself in Just usin' name I took those L's Hung 'em on your and rocked your bells
Now, here we go, blow for blow, throw for rhyme, yours and mine and yo When it's to battle rhyme I know How to it flow, so let's go
To the ring, rapper's sing and Words and verse, see who deserves to be a blow to that ego As if you didn't know, let's go, go, let's go!
How can you say the best? Get put to the test in of a million and fess Tried to because you saw The juice I not like before
Huh, I'm formidable, You're submittable, you pitiful Yeah you're but you're dead wrong Wanna survive? Stick with the songs
Take off your shirt, and flirt And leave the real hard to the hard rhyme experts If you don't, boy get hurt Feel like dirt and to revert
To comin' on butt naked To make up for you can't do on record your eyes twice the size and realize I'm on the rise and on the demise
Ostracized by my Step in my face and how that head flies I mean business and I'm I ain't out and now here he is
and fakin' and talkin' about makin' The money from money, now you know they can Use your 'cos you've got caught Signed, sealed, delivered, and bought
A puppet on a string no heart A fool and his will always part You used to be a rapper, turned into a on the job and cheatin' the fans
I'm too potent, powerful and Mental, emotional, and lyrical You wanna beat me? It's take a miracle You've got a on my jock like a pitbull